Favorite toy of my cat

I swear it wasn’t me. I’m just making sure that nobody gets hurt because Granny is sometimes very clumsy.

I mean, I was just being nice – exactly what Mom wants us to be at our holiday home. Now, this is very difficult to bear, but Mom didn’t believe in my innocent intentions? She clearly confused offender and guard!!

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To be the mouse or the cat

One human, two cats and “Not-Me” living in the suburbs of Helsinki. Which one of us can only play when the other one’s away? I think the human is the cat and my cats are the mice. I’ll explain why as soon as I get this butt off my face.

I suffer from depression and anxiety disorder, and I also write about the impact of cats on mental health.

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